This morning started with one of my children making a bowl of cereal for breakfast. 75%-25% milk-cereal ratio. With 100% of the last of our milk. She proceeded to skim Cheerios off the milk pool-boy style, before dumping the entirety of the cereal-dust-impregnated milk down the sink. All this happened
LESS FUNNY SHIT FROM MIDDLE Middle called to tell me that Dad is having trouble swallowing his pills. This did not seem like a big deal to me. However, Middle knows a shit-ton about dementia, and so when her little-kid-again voice ghosted through the phone line, “It’s like now I
So here’s an embarrassing confession: In the midst of baby death and dementia and my own middle age, I’m actually kind of happy. My children are all in school full time this year. I worried about empty nest angst, or that I’d develop a laziness so severe I’d watch TV
OK, so first, this happened at my local park for Easter: In a way, it’s this perfect metaphor for life with my parents these days. A good 80% of my brain occupied with logistics. How is this even happening? Am I somehow misconstruing the weirdness of this situation? How did
My dad is sometimes sly now. Middle sister coerced my mother into taking him for an evaluation. Apparently my father became irritated at the tester asking him a bunch of questions he couldn’t answer, so when she stepped out for a moment, Dad slipped out of the room and hid.*